Is it true that even Chijin Town, where people are honest and devout, is full of heretics?


    This appalling speculation made many townspeople worried and sleepless all night.


    Sure enough, in the second half of the night, news came from the temple of boxing that someone had arrested a heretic.


    Or was it all stolen? An evil, weak and dirty machine was seized on the spot.


    All of a sudden, there is a reasonable explanation for the chapped sky.


    However, the townspeople became more and more frightened and angry. They all gnashed their teeth, pounded their fists and cursed the damned heretics. Why did they introduce the power of demons to bring great shame and disaster to this glorious town.


    In order to calm down the feelings of the townspeople, the temple of boxing decided to publicly try the heretic in the morning.


    The news spread that when Li Minggang arrived, a large number of people from all over the town, including the hunting and training teams, and even other towns within a hundred miles, swarmed in and surrounded the altar of the boxing temple in the center of Chijin town.


    There was a uproar of voices, and everyone stood on tiptoe, waiting for the evil doers to be judged - at this time, the sky had just turned blue.


    The crack is still in the sky.


    It seems to remind people of the fury of the God of boxing all the time.


    With the alternation of day and night, the sky changes color and the crack changes color.


    In the dark, it is dazzling white.


    At dawn, with the bright morning glow and the blood red sky, it turns pink like a baby''s lips.


    Now, the sky is more and more blue, cracks are more and more transparent, do not look carefully, like a light haze, or already healed scars.


    ——But no matter how transparent and dull, cracks still exist, as if scars can never be smoothed.


    Gus looked at the crack in the sky and felt that there was such a scar on his heart.


    His heart was about to crack.


    It shouldn''t have been like this, Gus said to himself.


    Since last night when he reported his classmate''s crime of hiding machinery, it''s like he was involved in the surging torrent. Everything is changing and progressing rapidly, completely beyond his control.


    Gus is a thin and shy young man. He is very delicate. He is a little shorter than his peers. Even his classmates, who are two years younger than him, can easily beat him if he pulls his wrist in Tiequan school.


    He is cowardly and kind-hearted. When he goes hunting, even if he meets a herbivore who is not dangerous and falls to the ground, it is difficult for him to kill.


    In the world of martial arts and iron boxing, such physique and character naturally suffer from ridicule and ridicule. It''s hard to live in school and town.


    Even so, Gus vowed that he would never report his classmates because of "jealousy" or "hatred" - he wanted to help his classmates get rid of the demons and return to the iron fist way from his heart!


    But why


    Gus saw that more and more people gathered in front of the temple of boxing.


    All the masters and apprentices of the major boxing schools in the town, the students of the iron boxing school, the hunters covered with animal skin and blood, the vagrant boxing fighters with high temples, and all of them were staring at the temporary judgment bench outside the temple of the God of boxing.


    Look at him, too.


    Gus seemed to hear them sneer and point at him.


    Gus is flustered, turns to bow his head, wants to run away, but bumps into the black iron statue in front of the hall.


    This is a towering and majestic statue.


    It depicts a muscular man who is like a god descending from the earth, with giant bear in his foot, a struggling Python in his left hand and a lion''s head in his right hand.


    Although it''s only carved from black rock, the power of fury, violence and hegemony still seeps out from the depths of the rock, like a never extinguished torch, burning for tens of thousands of years.


    This is the statue of the God of boxing, the master and patron of the world.


    It''s like ten thousand years ago, when the God of boxing had not broken the void and gone, he walked on the earth in the name of "champion of boxing", killed demons and demons, and saved all living beings.


    Gus shivered and looked at the fighter.


    The statue of the God of boxing also looked at him without expression, as if two hard eyes were shot from the black rock, piercing his soul.


    Gus''s soul, scream.


    He believes in boxing.


    He dares to swear that no one in Chijin town believes in and serves the God of boxing like him.


    Although his talent is mediocre, no, his talent is extremely bad, and he has no training potential at all. He has been in Tiequan school for more than ten years, but he can''t graduate smoothly and join Major boxing schools. He is even beaten to the ground by children who are two or three, three or five, seven or eight years younger than himself, Even he couldn''t blow the most vulnerable low-level target with a single blow - he didn''t have any doubt about iron fist, and he didn''t even have a dirty mind to use the forbidden mechanical and steam power.


    But now, he is really confused. Is he right or wrong to report his classmates?


    As the sun rises, the sun becomes more and more fierce, like a hot javelin, piercing the earth and people.


    The crowd was in a commotion and roared. It was the heretics who pushed out of the temple.


    "Bah!"


    "Shame


    "No matter how weak your strength is, you shouldn''t use machinery. Is this a person?"


    "Evil and heresy should be punished by everyone!"


    Gus heard people yelling.


    Even the most amiable granny at ordinary times was full of Qi and tried to spit out dozens of meters to the evil Taoist''s face.


    Some of GUS did not dare to see what his classmate "Qin Yi" was like now.


    But close at hand, the strong smell of blood, such as flames, ran into his nostrils, and he had to see.


    "Ah


    At one glance, Gus almost had a nightmare.


    Qin Yi was handed over to the temple of boxing, but in the middle of the night, the poor heretic had been tortured to death.


    He was tied to an "X" shaped execution rack with his hands and feet spread out. His skin was split and his flesh was blurred. He could not find half a piece of good meat all over his body. Half of his face was swollen as if it was going to explode. The other half of his face was like being torn by a wolf dog or eagle''s claws. His crumbling teeth were exposed with pus pulp. When he came into contact with the air, it hurt him a lot.


    Qin Yi had lowered his head and was in a coma.


    It seems to hear Gus''s voice, Qin Yi slightly raised his head, exhausted all his strength, barely opened an eye, the pupil blocked by blood burst out a sad light, stabbed Gus''s heart, as if in the latter''s ear, issued 18 layers of hell, fierce ghost Scream: "why, I obviously saved you, why do you want to sell me?"